Friday, April 15, 2016

My sister


Mi Hermana, My Sista, Mi Sangre

We bleed power
so celebrate 
your flow magic 
Full figured moons still happen.
We be the ripe fruit of 
this corroding 
Mango lips and apricot eyes
Pineapple hips and coconut thighs.
Tread through these rotten streets
with heavy steps
and spit in the eyes of injustice.
Dig in the earth with your hands
lift up, revive.
Our temple is our choice.
We are sacred,
We are bad.

~ Jackie Joice 1998


Image from The Visionary Photographic Art of Chanel Baran

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